The proximity was a luxury, but her touch was more than that. His chest swelled with it, relieved his mouth was preoccupied with howling so he did not have to stumble his way around words he thought he wielded so wittily. To feel her so close, the vibrations of her voice reverberating within his core... it made him weak at the knees.

He followed Briar's lead, tapering off their song as she did, just in time before his lungs simply collapsed. The deep, slow breath he drew after was controlled, even as his heart raced in his chest, which he was sure she could feel. He took her offered affection, because he was a greedy thing, and took anything she was willing to give. If he had the breath, he might have given her a pleased hum in return, but he had to resign himself to shuddering, and nibbling fondly at her neck in return, especially as she scraped over his hips.

Lovett was not so misbehaved to expect anything else, however. She drew back a tad to speak, thankfully once he had gotten his breath back, though his heart was another issue entirely. It is perfect, my Queen. He replied, soft, just for her. You could not have picked a better home for us. Us meaning the Kingdom... but he was not so selfless to clarify so.